This is an octopus . . .
This is The Eldest . . .
Do you notice any resemblance? No, of course not.
And yet when he comes into our bed in the middle of the night, you’d never know the difference! When he’s all arms and legs. Spreading out like he owns the place. I’m convinced that under cover of night, he actually morphs into a octopus. An octopus with tentacles of steel. Tentacles that are hell bent on getting me out of the way. Out of the way in MY big comfy king-sized bed. Pushing me on to the very edge. Where I teeter. Trying not to fall out onto the floor.
Till I, in my sleepy state, get fed up and pissed off and high-tail it into his very comfy and now empty bed. Why is his own double-sized bed not enough for him? How much bed does he really need at age 9? Or is it a master plan? A plan where he’s really just trying to drive me out so that the 3 of them can live happily-ever-after without She-that-nags-a-lot?
I can’t tell you how often we play “musical beds” during the night in this house. You never who’s going to be in which bed by the morning. It’s like we live in a co-ed college dorm or something. It’s ridiculous. And some weeks are worse than others. It seems to go in spurts. And the last week in The Only Girl Compound has not been a good spurt.
At what age do they stay in their own damn beds?!?!
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September 29th, 2009 at 12:42 pm
It’s a good thing that none of my babies ever want to sleep with me, because this is what they do: take up my whole bed. I don’t know how someone under 2 feet can take up so much damn room, and yet they do. Damn kids.
September 29th, 2009 at 8:21 pm
Cher, you must stop letting this sweet nine year old crawl into your bed at night. Tonight when he comes in, tell him firmly that he cannot sleep with you and Dad. Keep that up and he will stop coming. It will work. Good luck. Good heavens, I couldn’t imagine my nine year old sleeping with us! Of course he’s 5 feet tall so it would be like three adults (almost right? There are many grown ups who are 5 feet tall…) in our queen size bed. My five year old – now that’s another one I have to start working on. Although he’s down to about once every 3 weeks coming and crawling in at 2:00 a.m. Good luck, my friend!